[Funka Genocide]

new, its all I've ever lived for
once seen is oft' enough
and over twice is pain

complex, and to a fault I'll argue
never knowing much of what
it is I talk about

yearning, always wanting
to be known for what I am
because I don't know either

writing, recording life in pieces
as if it had a purpose
I'd love to think it does


next poem, its called "I carry Onlly Breeze"

Sent with face so uninviting
To a destiny so grand
It beggars one of understanding
And with mercy in their hand

I carry only breeze
An airy touch I bring
It’s careless as the seas
Its treachery, it stings

Fate used as a weapon
Unstoppable may be
A heart killed for protection
Unforgivable indeed

And so I carry on
Caressing lives with mine
And overlapping tides
Like grapes made into wine

I may never rise to glories grand occasion; I may sit and wait for life to lead me on. But if I take this road, with tears unjustified, at the least let it be known, I helped in others lives.